Qiao Jiayue looked at the man in front of her, her eyes couldn't help but turn red, she threw herself into his arms, and cried whining.

Rao made a lot of psychological preparations, and when she really saw her family, she couldn't help the surging emotions in her chest at all.

Qiao's father's voice was hoarse, and his rough hand gently patted the back of his little daughter, who had never liked to cry, she must have been hungry, and she was suddenly distressed.

His eyes fell to the stove, looked at the steaming clay pot, and hurriedly grabbed his daughter's hand and examined it.

"Yue'er, how many times has Abba told you, don't burn the fire, be careful of burning it. ”

As he spoke, he carried his daughter to a chair beside him, squatted down to handle wild vegetables such as ghost needle grass, and prepared to grind it into a paste and boil it with water.

He lifted the lid of the clay pot and prepared to put the young leaves of the ghost needle grass in first, and when he saw the contents of the jar, he couldn't help but be stunned, it was a viscous white rice porridge.

He didn't smell a thing, but he couldn't take his eyes off it, his throat rolled several times, and the little hook in his stomach became even more restless and began to mess around.

Qiao Jiayue wiped her eyes, jumped off the chair, and ran to get a pair of chopsticks, "Abba, drink porridge." ”

She filled a bowl for Qiao's father and handed it to his eyes.

Qiao's father is a big man, he has to save food for his wife and children, and he has to do heavy work, and he eats wild vegetables every day, and it is difficult to even be half full, how can this iron-beaten body survive?

But to Qiao Jiayue's surprise, Qiao's father actually put it down after only taking a sip, "Yue'er, you drink, just leave some for your mother and brothers." ”

"Abba, drink more. She pushed the bowl in Qiao's father's direction.

Qiao's father looked at his daughter's expectant eyes, and took another sip, only these two mouthfuls of porridge, and he felt that all his strength was back.

But it's really strange, this porridge smells tasteless, but when you eat it, it is full of the rich aroma and sweetness of rice.

Qiao Jiayue didn't know what Qiao's father thought, so she followed Qiao's father like a little tail, watching him pour out the porridge, add water to the clay pot, and cook the paste of ghost needle grass.

She frowned as she looked at the color in the jar, and felt the urge to take out all the food she had collected in the system.

"Abba, what about Auntie and brothers?" Qiao Jiayue asked, holding her chin, she had to find out the specific date now.

"Your mother went to work, and your eldest brother and second brother went to cut fern. Father Qiao frowned slightly, what about the third son?

Just thinking about it, I saw Qiao Hongliang squeezing his hands tightly, pushing open the door and coming in.

He saw that Qiao Jiayue woke up and grinned, but when he saw Qiao's father, he immediately lowered his head, the smile on his face disappeared, and he stood aside with a cower.

Father Qiao looked at the three sons, frowning slightly, and didn't know how this character was cultivated.

"Where have you been? Didn't you ask you to take care of your sister?" said Qiao's father sternly.

Qiao Hongliang shrank his neck and stretched out his hand, there were three or four pieces of dried sweet potatoes inside, "I'll change my sister's food." ”

His voice was like a mosquito, and he ignored it without listening carefully.

"Look at my sister in the future, don't run around. He didn't say anything more reproachful, for fear that the third son would be frightened.

He looked at the clay pot and put out the fire.

"Xiaoliang, Yue'er, I have to go to work, don't run around at home, eat while it's hot. Father Qiao filled the bowl of paste, thought about it, scooped a small spoonful of white porridge into the bowl, and hurried away with it.

When Qiao's father left, Qiao Hongliang breathed a sigh of relief, and stuffed the dried sweet potato in his hand into Qiao Jiayue's hand, "Sister, eat." ”

Qiao Jiayue stared at the dried sweet potato in her hand, and vaguely remembered something in her mind.

"Third brother, did you exchange it for the villain book?" Qiao Jiayue asked, wanting to confirm again.

Qiao Hongliang nodded, "That's right, you eat quickly." He swallowed as he spoke, glancing away, trying not to let himself go to see the dried sweet potato.

Qiao Jiayue paused, immediately stuffed the dried sweet potato back into Qiao Hongliang's hand, buckled the bowl of porridge with a big bowl, and then ran to the house with it and hid it under the bed.

Then she ran back and asked Qiao Hongliang to help put the clay pot back in the cabinet.

"Why do you want to put it away?" Qiao Hongliang asked puzzled.

"Who did you exchange your villain book with?" Qiao Jiayue asked again.

If she remembered correctly, it was exactly half a month after the dissolution of the commune canteen, and there was no food in the brigade for a long time, and every family was worried about rations.

Qiao Hongliang used the villain book to exchange dried sweet potatoes with others, and somehow let the lobby brother Qiao Hongmu know, and ran to question Qiao Hongliang, asking him why he gave the villain book to others and didn't give it to him.

During the quarrel, Qiao Hongmu knocked down the clay pot on the ground and broke it, which was the only utensils that could cook things at home.

Before the big steel, all the iron tools were collected, and the big canteen was eaten, but now the canteen is dissolved, not to mention the money and tickets, there is no place to buy it.

The clay pot at home was broken, and the other families had no surplus, and Qiao's father had to go to the town to buy a clay pot, but he never came back.

The family received news that he had been seriously injured by a mad cow and had died.

Qiao's father's death hastened the decline of their family, and it was not easy for anyone in these years, not even their own grandfather and uncle could help.

Qiao's mother overworked to raise their four children, and she also died of illness two years later.

In the end, their brother and sister depended on each other, but fate seemed to play a big joke on them, and the eldest brother was inexplicably targeted by the little red soldiers and was criticized to death.

The second brother is not in good health, and the third brother is introverted and timid, and in the end he couldn't get through it, leaving her alone.

When she grew up, she left the country and never returned to this sad place.

Fortunately, it's still too late, everything will change.

Qiao Jiayue clenched her fists, her nails pinched through the skin, oozing a little blood.

Qiao Hongliang was taken aback by Qiao Jiayue's appearance, and hurriedly hugged her, "Sister, sister, don't scare me, what's wrong with you?"

Qiao Hongliang was so anxious that tears fell, and he only hugged Qiao Jiayue back, and the six gods had no owner.

At this time, Qiao Hongmu pushed open the door and walked in menacingly, "Qiao Hongliang, what do you mean? You actually took the villain book and exchanged it for a few sweet potatoes!"

Qiao Hongliang shrank down, hugged Qiao Jiayue and took a few steps back, holding the sweet potato and pursing his mouth without speaking.

"You go and give me the villain book to get it back, and if you want dried sweet potatoes, I'll give it to you. Qiao Hong said so, but he also knew that now that the food was so tight, it was impossible to take out dried sweet potatoes.

Anyway, let's take the villain book back first, he has been coveting the villain book for a long time.

Qiao Hongliang shook his head and took a few steps back, they didn't like this lobby brother, a typical spoiled child.

Qiao Hongmu's anger rose suddenly, and he saw the dried sweet potato in Qiao Hongliang's hand with sharp eyes.

"You returned the dried sweet potato, go quickly, don't let me do it!" Qiao Hongmu pressed step by step.

Seeing that Qiao Hongliang was still uncooperative, he was angry, rushed up and grabbed Qiao Hongliang's hand and began to break.

Qiao Hongliang struggled violently, "Let go of me, let go of me." ”

Qiao Jiayue, who was standing on the side, originally wanted to say a few words, but she didn't expect Qiao Hongmu to start without giving her a chance at all.

She was small, so naturally she wouldn't rush up to stop her, she glanced at it, grabbed the flat pole in the corner of the wall and hit Qiao Hongmu.